Chapter 2: Abnormal Androids

“This starting default for Xingyu Fantasy is quite interesting,” Gu Yu said with a smile.

“Alright, alright, An’an is a real person and she gets shy. I’ll head out first.”

“Thank you, Master.”

Once Gu Yu stepped out, An’an efficiently changed into lace underwear, followed by a white Lolita dress paired with white silk stockings.

Su An felt as if she had exhausted every possible option and was now out of tricks.

This was her first time wearing women’s clothing.

‘Forget it. When I talk to Mrs. Gu later, I just won’t emphasize my original gender. It’ll be less embarrassing that way,’ Su An thought helplessly.

“Master, I’m finished changing.”

Unlike Su An’s inner resignation, An’an’s voice was full of energy.

Even though this wasn’t the first time she had seen An’an, Gu Yu was still deeply stunned.

The skirt was made of multiple layers of fluffy lace, stacked like white clouds under a blue sky.

The neckline was adorned with white satin bows, and the sleeves were cinched into puff sleeves.

White over-the-knee stockings wrapped around her shapely, translucent calves, which disappeared into pale pink leather shoes.

An angel stepping out of a fairy tale would likely look just like this.

An’an reached out her hand, her eyes filled with dependence and expectation.

Gu Yu looked at that slender, flawless little hand—the skin was fair and smooth, showing faint pink veins… It was the first time she truly understood the literal meaning of skin as smooth as mutton-fat jade.

“Mm, let’s go.”

She took the hand, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly.

‘Her hand is so soft.’

‘That ten million wasn’t a waste.’

***

As they stepped out of the Xingyu Fantasy building, they were met with the sight of shimmering, radiant skyscrapers.

Su An felt a bit disappointed.

What she saw was indeed much more advanced than her world in 2030, but the progress was limited.

At the very least, she didn’t see hovering cars filling the sky.

Cars still drove on the ground, though their designs were more streamlined and aesthetically pleasing.

There was also a massive screen facing them at an angle, overlooking a crossroads with a plaza below.

Advertisements were playing on the screen.

Su An glanced at it.

[Reporter: Regarding the issue of sympathizing with Deviant Androids, many people hold differing opinions. We have invited a highly respected expert. Sir, what are your thoughts?]

[Expert: Androids are, at their core, machines! If your washing machine suddenly started making a scene one day demanding human rights, would you still feel sympathy?]

[Reporter: But this netizen says it’s different. A washing machine can’t talk and has no thoughts, but androids truly do.]

[Expert: That’s nonsense. In my view, there is no difference between an android and a washing machine. They are both tools. They are both programs.]

[Reporter: A netizen sent in a video. Let’s take a look. Click the video.]

The video content:

Several Hovering Photography Balls had captured the scene in its raw simplicity.

A beautiful woman with blue hair was kneeling on the ground.

From the blue LED indicator light next to her temple, it was clear she was an android.

She was currently clutching the leg of another human woman with pink hair, weeping piteously.

“Please, don’t abandon me! I’ll do anything! Please!”

[Reporter: Expert, what do you think of this emotional, heartfelt plea?]

[Expert: Hah! Any small model can spit out words like that. Just a moment… Soymilk! Polish this video for me.]

The polished video played:

A terrifying, mechanical washing machine monster grabbed the pink-haired human.

“Heh heh heh… Please… Heh heh heh.”

[Expert: Can you still feel sympathy now?]

[Reporter: You seem to be misrepresenting the concept.]

[Expert: Put away your sympathy! You only feel sorry for her because she’s pretty!]

[Reporter: Netizen 9527 says that’s actually true.]

[Expert: Furthermore, let me emphasize once again: for normally manufactured androids, humans are always their masters! Androids will always be just machinery—mass-produced machines. All their emotions are merely simulated! They are no different from a washing machine. Just a washing machine that looks like a human.]

[Expert: If an android suddenly asks you for human rights, don’t doubt it—it has definitely been infected by a virus or targeted by a hacker for extortion. The Bionic Human Virus War only ended ten years ago. Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten that!]

***

Su An slowly withdrew her gaze.

The silver-white, streamlined car had started moving, so she didn’t see the rest of the broadcast.

2050…

There was a time display at the bottom of the screen.

Su An had gained quite a bit of knowledge.

‘Did I transmigrate twenty years into the future after I died?’

Su An felt a bit dazed.

Not only that…

‘Deviant Androids…’

‘The Bionic Human Virus War ten years ago…’

Su An had many questions.

Inside the car, Gu Yu hadn’t given any further orders, so control over the body had returned to Su An.

Her thoughts snapped back to reality.

She had been so preoccupied that she hadn’t noticed until now: she was sitting on Mrs. Gu’s lap.

Mrs. Gu was holding her with one hand, while her other hand was wandering over Su An’s soft thigh.

In an instant, the “cold female CEO” filter Su An had for Gu Yu shattered, replaced by the image of a sleazy hoodlum.

She instinctively pushed the wandering hand away.

“What’s wrong?”

Gu Yu looked back from the window, lowering her head slightly to look at the little pet in her arms.

Su An rolled over and grabbed Gu Yu’s shoulders with both hands, taking a deep breath.

Mrs. Gu’s tone was one of confusion, not a direct command.

Therefore, while the Local Model was processing, Su An had a very brief moment of autonomy.

“Give me an order that allows me to organize my speech freely instead of constantly stating strongly related content,” Su An said at a rapid-fire pace.

Gu Yu thought for a moment and saw no issue with it.

She nodded.

“Fine. I permit you to speak without being forced to state strongly related content.”

“Whew.”

Su An let out a sigh of relief.

Good.

Now, as long as Gu Yu didn’t give an explicit order, she could speak freely.

In AI terms: she could greatly increase the hallucinations.

“Actually, I—”

Beep!

On the driver’s 3D projection display in the front seat, an emergency notification suddenly popped up.

[Emergency News Bulletin: Attention, attention. A homicide has occurred on Jewel Street in the northern suburbs of Tianhai City. It is suspected that an android has been infected with the virus and become a Deviant Android, killing an adult male. The suspect is currently at large.]

[Residents of Jewel Street, please stay safe. At the same time, do not allow your own androids to go outside to prevent contact infection.]

This immediately interrupted Su An’s train of thought.

‘Androids attacking humans…’

Su An’s head began to ache.

‘Oh, wait. I’m not actually an android.’

“What were you about to say?”

Gu Yu didn’t pay much attention to the news.

Her An’an was a local load, so there was no fear of virus infection.

“Oh, right. I…”

Su An recalled what she wanted to say and began to reorganize her words.

Beep!

‘Again?’

Her thoughts were interrupted once more, and Su An could only look toward the screen in frustration.

She didn’t want to care about news regarding androids because she was a transmigrator—she was a person, not a real android.

[News Update: Citizens may rest easy; the Deviant Android has just been captured.]

[The following is a replay and live broadcast of our guards’ brave pursuit.]

After a series of intense pursuit footage, the live broadcast began.

“Don’t move!”

A gun was pointed at an android whose skin layer had already been stripped away.

One of its arms was broken, and it was leaning against a wall, looking like it was at its last gasp.

“I didn’t want to! I didn’t want to do it!”

The android was extremely emotional.

“But… but for the sake of a little insignificant internet traffic, he burned me with a soldering iron! He used a baseball bat to break my arm! Seventy-eight parts of my body are damaged!”

“I could endure it… I could endure it all. But… but this time, he took a knife and prepared to cut off my head!”

The android’s face became pained and distorted.

“Heh… he said… he wanted to see how many seconds an android could still think after its head was cut off…”

“I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die!”

“I kept begging him! I said I have a human soul too! I’m a living person too! I don’t want to die! I just want to live! Just to live!”

“But he… he…”

“This…”

The guard holding the gun hesitated.

He knew this was a live broadcast and was unsure of what to do, looking back for his captain’s orders.

Seeing the brief lapse in the guard’s focus, the android suddenly lunged at him, a small knife appearing in its hand from somewhere.

Bang!

Before the knife could descend, the android was instantly shot dead by another person.